Jarhead 2: Field of Fire

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A story.

A man has a lot of choices.

And these choices made in

life are rarely perfect.

So he decides to sign a contract

'cause he wants to

make a difference.

He wants to save this world,

make it a better place.

But when that contract is signed,

he will no longer choose

when he wants to eat,

sleep, f*ck or fight.

Those decisions

will be made for him.

He will be part of something

bigger than himself.

He will train for

70 consecutive days

and get to know every inch

of his M16A4 rifle

better than his own dick.

Then, he will go to

the desert and fight.

And die.

Why is he fighting?

Why is he dying?

What's the fucking point?

Go, go, go!

On your .50 Cal, now!

Go! Go!

Watch it, watch your back.

Take cover!

Take cover! Take cover!

Tiger one-seven!

Tiger one-seven!

This is P.B. Cobra

requesting

immediate fire mission

in the same vicinity

of my last grid.

Confirming grid 8-8-3-7-6-5.

More ammo!

We gotta get this stuff outta

here so we can get the hell out.

Let's go, hustle,

get this unloaded.

This is crazy, man.

For f*ck's sake,

go get that truck unloaded!

Right away, Staff Sergeant!

Let's go! Let's go!

Move it! Move it!

Watch out! Watch out!

Kett, give me.

Merrimette, you can carry

more than one!

Let's go!

Dickson,

we need some more 5-5-6!

Merrimette,

bring down that 5-5-6!

Go! Go, go, go!

Danni, grab me the ammo!

- Hey, yo! What do you need?

- I need, 5-5-6.

Here you go. You got it?

Get the ridge!

Get the ridge again! Again!

You guys doin'

all right down there?

I don't know, man.

It's crazy. Thanks!

Come on. Here you go.

How much more is left?

A shitload, Staff Sergeant!

Hurry up!

I'm on it.

Is every bad guy

in the world in our face?

Let's go! Let's go!

Let's go! Let's go!

Staff Sergeant! Request

permission to get some!

That's a negative, Corporal.

You wanna provide support,

then fly and get in

that truck and unload

the rest of that

goddamned toilet paper.

These boys may need

to drop a deuce

when that thing is done,

you got me?

Yes, sir!

RPGs!

- God!

- Man down!

- Crap! My fucking leg!

- Sergeant!

God! My fucking leg!

My fucking leg!

Sarge, Sarge.

Stop the bleeding.

My fucking leg. Everything's okay.

Corpsman!

Corpsman up!

My leg's all the way

over there, man.

My leg's all the way

over there, man.

Corpsman!

My fucking leg, man!

I'm gonna die.

Corpsman!

I'm gonna die.

Corpsman!

I'm gonna die.

Help me! God! No!

I'm gonna die.

I'm gonna die.

No, we're not gonna let you die.

That's what's happening.

I'm here.

I'm with you, sir.

I'm sorry.

Come on, boys.

Motherfucker.

Relax, bitches.

What up?

Hey, Li, what's up?

Aloha, boys.

Hey, guys.

What do we got?

A crown for the queen.

Cute.

What, we both get both of them?

Doesn't matter, dude.

My God, what is that?

Pineapple juice?

That is disgusting.

No, I don't want that.

Give me something stronger douchebag.

I'll get you a bib.

Get the f*ck outta

here with that shit.

Hey! Stop dickin' around.

Go escort Sergeant Dickson

to Mortuary Affairs.

Yeah, stop dickin' around.

- He's talkin' to you, fool.

- He keeps takin' my cup.

You're just the man

I'm lookin' for. Sir.

Like that hat.

Lovely lid, Li.

It's Luau Sunday, sir.

It's my party hat.

Well, carry on.

Yes, sir.

Walk with me.

Yes, sir.

Staff Sergeant

Dickson was a good man.

Yes, sir.

Is this allowed, sir?

No. Jack Dickson.

Sit down.

Your wife,

she's expecting, yeah?

Yes, sir.

How far along is she?

Eight months, sir.

I'm afraid that's one delivery

you're gonna have to miss.

Yes, sir. I've been

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